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Originally Posted by ConnieLingus
In mine...
Fat Jack would get told to shut his fat Halloween cake face, and get to fu ck before his shifting, darty eyes annoyed the wrong person.
Danny would be told to get his condescending, holier than thou coupon to fu ck before it started a riot. On his way out, someone would ask why his arse was always exposed for someone to lick, and if he would like someone to stick the toe of their boot there instead.
Chloe would be asked to leave before her honey tripping goo made everyone sick.
Nick would get challenged to take his fingers out of his nose and mouth, and questioned as to why he acted like a total pussy when asked what he wanted to drink, and why he couldn’t pull his head out of his underpants when someone asked him the directions to the toilet.
Joel would get a blast of the kind of truth he professes to like. It would go along the lines of, “you have never done a day’s work in your life you insufferable little pr ick, so if you try to ever tell me again about how hard I should be working, I’ll take you down a coal mine for a day and shove your opinions up your fu cking arse. Then I’ll take you to a homeless shelter, and let the people there beat you to a pulp for not understanding what happens ‘in the real world’.”
I don’t think I’ve missed anyone, so that it.
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Who works in a coal mine these days lmao? Dont think I'll ever go to your pub they sound like whats wrong with society, bunch of ignorant pigs.